If it weren’t for my pension for giggling, I could have gotten a lot of mileage out of this one. But noooooo! I had to give it away by first giggling a little and then snorting.
Something is up with that man of mine. First he throws away a perfectly good shirt, then he buys himself a new pair of jeans. You heard me right – a NEW pair of jeans! And he puts them on for Easter. Knock me over with a feather.
But wait… what’s that…. hehehehe, wait until the kids see it…. lol snort, snort. “What am I giggling at? Oh nothing, dear.” Oh heck, he’s on to me. “Hang on, just let me get the camera and then I’ll tell you, dear.”
There ya have it. How does the saying go? You might be a red neck if…